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S ince AJ only needed Errol to pick up a short shift, it’s still early when he gets home. I look at the flush in his cheeks and grin.

“How’d it go?” I was a little surprised he took me up on it when I asked if he wanted to wear a plug and the cock cage at work; I was even more surprised that he chose the vibrating, prostate-stimulating one. “Do you still have it in?”

“Uh-huh, and oh God, Ran —I’m so turned-on. The whole time, I was just thinking —” He pulls his lower lip between his teeth. “Thinking about this . And about coming home to you.”

I can only imagine how horny the combination of everything must have made him.

“Did you hit your goal today?” I’m really, really hoping he did, because I know which thing from his little wish list I want to reward him with.

Some of his requests were more detailed than others, but this one was short. It just said: Make me come.

He nods vigorously. “Sure did.”

“Good job, Babydoll,” I praise him. “C’mere.” When he obeys, I palm the crotch of his pants and laugh. “Good thing you wore black jeans today. Because it feels like you’ve been dripping precum all over them. I can’t wait to see those panties,” I say with a grin as I release him. “Come upstairs.”

I sit on the bed of the playroom, stroking my cock as I watch Errol get undressed in the doorway down to his lingerie, squeezing myself a little tighter when he drops to all fours and crawls across the floor to where I’m waiting.

After I order him onto the bed, I catch him eyeing the straps I fastened to the top bedposts.

He lies on his back and lifts his arms for me.

A shiver runs through him as I wrap a restraint around each wrist. I exhale a little laugh as I look down at him.

“Oh, that’s hot. Look at how far down you got your panties wet —” I run my fingers over the wet material, much lower than it would have been if his cock had been able to get hard without the cage.

He looks down and his eyes widen. “Fuck, I like that,” he whispers.

“Yeah? Does it turn you on to be a dirty girl for me, dripping between your legs at the thought of me taking your plug out so I can get balls-deep in this pierced pussy?”

Errol makes a wordless noise of arousal as his hips jerk up. As I ease the plug out of him, I run my fingers over the cage. When he whines, the sound makes my cock throb.

The back of the underwear is skimpy enough that I can just nudge it out of the way.

I finger lube around his asshole as I stroke some onto my cock.

“God, Babydoll,” I groan. “Look at you. You’re just so perfect like this.

I just know you’re going to take my cock so well.

You’re just swallowing up my fingers. You can’t wait to feel me stretching you out, can you? ”

He squirms underneath me, trying to ride my fingers. I pull away and notch the head of my cock at his entrance. Sliding into him is incredible —every single time. “Holy shit, baby,” I groan. “You’re just so tight and so hot. You’re gonna milk my load right out of me.”

Leaning over him, I position my hands on either side of his head and roll my hips. I’m hoping the angle will make my crown rub over his prostate with each thrust.

After moaning and squirming in his restraints for a little while, Errol arches his back and lets out a cry. “Oh my —holy fuck —oh God, Ran, that’s so —fuck oh fuck,” he pants, so turned-on he can’t think straight.

“Is that it, doll? Is that the spot my pretty slut needs me to hit? I love just taking you apart like this —it’s so hot when you can’t even speak,” I tell him.

Errol tips his head back and lets out a feral sound that’s half-sob, half-howl.

“This cock giving you what you need?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“I want you to come for me, Babydoll, but I’m not taking you out of chastity.

” He whimpers and I feel a shiver run through him.

I grin. “You said you wanted me to let you come as a reward. You didn’t say it had to be unlocked. I want you to make a mess in your cage. Can you do that for me?”

Errol’s breath is coming in open-mouthed pants. “Please, Ran,” he whimpers, and the neediness in his voice makes my cock drip inside of him. “Please, wanna —make me come.” He’s sex-drunk, slurring his words and gazing up at me with glazed-over eyes as his arms pull against the restraints.

I straighten up without pulling out and reach down between Errol’s legs.

When my fingers brush his smooth sack, he lets out a little gasp.

“Oh yeah, Babydoll —that’s what I like to feel,” I murmur as I fondle him.

“Love feeling your balls swollen and desperate to explode. They’re so slick right now from all the precum your caged dick is leaking onto them. ”

“Please, please,” he moans. I grin and reach up with my other hand to give each of his nipple rings a little tug through the lace as I sink into him deep, feeling him clench tight around my cock.

“When did my best friend turn into such a desperate little whore for me?” I ask, stroking his damp hair off his forehead.

He looks up at me with the sweetest, neediest expression. “Oh God, please don’t stop!”

“Not until you cream your panties, Babydoll,” I say, thrusting into him again as his pleas turn incoherent. His words trail off entirely as he writhes when I bottom out into him.

“Love that you’re such a horny little slut for me that you’ll come in your panties even when this big dick is locked up.

That’s what you like, right?” I pant. “You like showing me how perfect of a submissive fuck doll you can be for me, don’t you?

Show me how you’re so obedient that you’ll beg me for a caged orgasm after being edged and denied for days? ”

Errol whimpers as his eyes flicker shut. I quickly reach down and give his nipple ring a harder yank through the thin lace, reaching over to repeat the motion on the other side. His eyes fly open as he lets out a yelp of pain.

“Eyes on me,” I snap. I groan at the way he tightens around me as I sink inside him again. “Love that you’re so willing to be my pretty little toy. I love the way you beg for frustration and humiliation, and I really love making you so needy and desperate that you’ll do anything I ask,” I pant.

I can feel Errol shaking underneath me, so close to orgasm. “That’s it — come for me, Babydoll,” I purr. “Fill up those panties for me, because I’m going to put them to good use tonight.”

That’s what pulls him over the edge. Shaking, he sobs out a wordless stream of raw, guttural sounds. I have to hold on to stay inside him as his back arches and his hips buck. “Eyes on me,” I remind him. “Don’t shut me out while you’re coming for me.”

God, I love watching him come like this.

My cock is so hard I can feel my pulse throbbing in it.

Once he drops his hips back onto the mattress, I pick up my pace again, thrusting faster and deeper in pursuit of my own release.

I grab his hips so I can pound into him hard until I’m coming apart with a cry of my own, feeling my balls empty with a release so strong it makes my head spin.

“Oh fuck, baby —I’m coming so deep inside of you. You feel that?” Still wild-eyed and breathing hard, Errol nods. By the time my dick stops pulsing inside of him, his eyes are hooded, his expression languorous with post-orgasm bliss.

At my direction, he lifts up his hips for me so I can slide the panties off him. Holding them in one hand, I straddle Errol on my knees, stroking myself with the other. His eyes dart back and forth from my face to my cock as it hardens again.

“Yeah, I totally cheated,” I admit with a shrug. “I took something so I could get hard again right away, because I’m not through with you yet.” It doesn’t take much longer before my dick is at full staff again. “Damn, those things do work well.”

Looking at Errol’s caged cock, my eyes narrow in contemplation. “Now that would be fun to try one of these days,” I say. When he gives me a quizzical look, I elaborate. “Put the cage on you, then have you take one of these pills.”

His inhale is a hiss. “No, no —God, no! I don’t think — I couldn’t — you can’t —”

I snicker. “That’s what your mouth is saying, but I’m sitting here watching your cock try to get hard at the thought.” Errol whimpers in response. “Who knew you were such a glutton for punishment, Babydoll?” I tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

He flushes and darts his eyes away, so he’s not looking when I let go of my hard cock and run my fingers delicately over his caged, come-covered dick. He lets out a strangled sound as his hips rock up, his arms pulling helplessly against his restraints.

I remove my hand and arrange myself between his legs in my previous position. He whines when I stroke my fingers over his rim, and makes a lower, needier sound when I slip two fingers inside of him and start slowly fucking him with them.

The soft groan of pleasure he lets out is strangled by a gasp when he feels me start to work those panties inside of him with my fingers. “What —what is that?” he asks, although from the look on his face, I’m sure he knows.

“Figured since you already pretty much ruined these sexy panties by filling them with come, I might as well use them to clean up this sloppy hole,” I say. As I’m talking, I slide my fingers out, leaving the panties hanging halfway out of him.

“What?” Errol asks.

I shake my head as I feel a grin creep over my face.

“This. You just look fucking obscene right now, Babydoll.” I crook a finger around a loop of lace so I can hang onto them, and watch Errol’s face as I line my dick up with his entrance and start fucking him again, pushing those lace panties as deep inside him as I can get.

He shudders but keeps his eyes on me. “You like this?” I ask, my voice soft. “How does it feel?”

“Um, weird, kind of.”

“Yeah? Anything else?”

His cheeks blaze red. “Dirty,” he whispers.

I grin. “You like that?”